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I'm just aBroadway Baby.Walking off my tired feet.Pounding Forty-Second StreetTo be in a show.Oh...Broadway Baby,Learning how to sing and dance,Waiting for that one big chanceTo be in a show.Oh...Gee.'I'd like to beOn some marquee,All twinkling lights,A sparkTo pierce the darkFrom Battery ParkTo Washington Heights.Someday, maybe,All my dreams will be repaid.Heck, I'd even play the maidTo bc in a show.Hey, Mr. Producer,I'm talking to you, sir;I don't need a lot,Only what I got,Plus a tube of greasepaintLetras de cancionesAnd a follow-spot!I'm a Broadway Baby,Slaving at the five-and-ten,Dreaming of the great day whcnI'll be in a show.Oh...Broadway Baby,Making rounds all afternoon,Eating at a greasy spoonTo have on my dough.Oh...AtMy tiny flatThere's just my cat.A bed and o chairStillI'll stick it tillI'm on a billAll over Times Square.Someday, maybe,If I stick it long enough,I may get to strut my stuffWorking for a nice manLike a Ziegfeld or a WeismannHATTIE, THE WHITMANS, SOLANGE:In a great bigBroadway show! From Letras Mania